Lyrics:
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Yeah
It's been a year and everything I said would happen has
New school style with old school bars like Alcatraz
'Cause I ain't never second guess
through the noise
like a breeze, in the summer heat like an old friend's voice,
a boston accent
well, my brother he got kicked out of school yeah, my mom
back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal
My ice (Hittin') , glass (Woo)
Old school (Hot rod) , smash (Skrrt)
Almost (What?) , crashed (Damn)
Balmains sag (Racks) my bitch, bad (Bad)
I fuck her
Looking back at my old school
I think of the things that I used to do
And I remember
Those crazy days gone by
Sometimes I wish I could go back in
And turned their backs
Now they don’t know
What to do
Armageddon
Seems a problem
Started by
The kids in school
Don’t know how
The internet works
But still
I'm straight, I'm cool
Got the whole 500, drop dead old school
Live by the G Code nigga, I don't break no rules
And when I was in the streets I ain't
no El Diablo
When it old-school, caddy El Dorado, my bravado, hit the lotto
Scratch off without a scratch on my mavado
I said capo, the man behind
Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's
It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock
My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop
Since granddaddy old
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
sealed by my skin
But broken inside
And I will be old
For the angels have told me
That I will never die young
I'll never die young
meant to be
Love child, born in poverty
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, take a look at me
I started my life in an old, cold, rundown
a wild line up, but they've all gone crazy (sone crazy)
No ice on my yellow-gold Patek (nope)
Fresh paint on the old-school classic (old-school)
Had it
spray paint
We used to smoke on the green after the Sun hit the hay
And made it home by nine or daddy's temper would blaze
In them high-school front
hard top off the old school
Gas station seven digits off the low fuel
Big bank take lil' bank, nigga cash
She wanna beef ocho you don't get a pass
G shit
years in federal prison
I always live by the code of honour
That's why my best days are ahead of me
I am richer than I've ever been
I would like
baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old, daddy thrown in the clink
Said, "Life ain't fair, everybody gon' cheat"
Little foot, big foot, get
thing she's got
And she don't need much to get by
It's been a long, long time since I felt that way
Maybe all the way back to high school
But
When I pull up mother fuckers like whaa
Look at they face drop they jaw
Niggers look like can't believe what they saw
Old school nigger new school
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
$hort Dawg in the house, slammin' Cadillac do's, pimpin' hoes
It's that old school pimpin' all the way from
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
whip
I'm turning to the old me
And I didn't bring my backpack
Chilling by the fence
Looking through the links
After school, feeling tense
Nothing's
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)
[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
that`s based
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